Shouting from Rooftops

Who is this coming from Edom, from Bozrah, with his garments stained crimson? Who is this, robed in splendor, striding forward in the greatness of his strength? ā€œIt is I, proclaiming victory, mighty to save.ā€ Why are your garments red, like those of one treading the winepress? ā€œI have trodden the winepress alone; from the […]

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